Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
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Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.